Freya often dreamed in nightmares. Terrifying images of body's torn and bloody strewn madly across a forest or village. She heard cries of pain and hungry, terrified children and was powerless to make it better. But tonight she couldn't sleep. The screams and cries weren't only in her head but real.
She remembered the last round of death clearly. All the grief and mourning in a city this small and connected made it hard to ignore. Her PDA flashed with each new posting as people called out for their friends and family. She knew she just had to go back a week or so to find happier news, but it wasn't the happy news she wanted. It was the awful news that she dreaded.
Instead of going to work, she stayed huddled in her room, afraid to even go out into the hall or make a noise, or check to make sure those she cared about were as safe as she last saw them.
And that was when Morgana mistakenly sent text messages to everyone. Freya's stomach clenched and rolled as she scanned the rapidly coming messages, one after another and she knew, even if no one responded to everyone that Merlin would go with her. For Gwaine, of course Merlin would go. She expected no differently and she rather liked Gwaine and didn't want him hurt either, but unlike Merlin and Morgana, she was defenseless, so the best she could do was wish the two of them good luck and a safe return back home.
Dizzily, she reread Merlin's two brief messages to her, relief and panic coursing through her in turns. Merlin would be safe, because Morgana wouldn't let him be hurt, but Merlin wouldn't let harm come to Morgana either and it was a paradox and if something bad happened to one, it would happen to both she just knew it.
This almost made her wish she had less brave friends.